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The pornographic potency of pinups…

We tend to look on vintage pinups from the 40s through the 60s via a nostalgic rose-colored lens, but what is forgotten is that these charming and skillfully rendered images were regarded in many quarters as pornography in their day. Nobody talked about masturbation openly in the peak era of Gil Elvgren, George Petty, and Alberto Vargas, but these pictures undoubtedly inspired many a spurt of lust.

I was reminded of this by a beautiful Elvgren pinup posted on Twitter by GracePheesh here and here, who frequently posts the delightful work of this fantastic artist. At first glance this is classic Gil, leggy, flirty, and the colors beautifully balanced to give the most sensual and pleasing impression…

But I was reminded of the pornographic potency of this pinup by the coincidence of seeing a woman display herself just this way on July 4th, the day before I saw this pinup online. On Independence Day I was sitting in a park in midtown Manhattan, enjoying a cup of coffee, when a woman about thirty sat down at a table with her boyfriend or husband. I believe they were European tourists. They were about twenty-five feet away from me. The woman had honey blonde hair and tawny skin, and wore a colorful and flowing dress that looked as if it were a giant kerchief which had been designed as a garment. When she sat in her chair, she leaned over and it was hard to miss the deep cleavage of her breasts in the low-cut decollete.

She and her man were about to eat breakfast sandwiches. But before she began to eat, she hiked up the skirt of her dress very high, presumably (I figured) because it would drag on the ground when she was sitting. The revelation of her thighs was startlingly erotic: they were lush and golden, and her curvaceous legs tapered down to bare feet which were on tiptoes in her flip-flops as she sat.

What struck me immediately as a coincidence was that she wore pink nail polish on her toes and fingers, which was the same shade of light pink that I had used the day before (on July 3rd) in designing the logo for a new femdom erotica ebook cover.

The revelation of her thighs is exactly replicated in the pinup above, which I saw on July 5th on Twitter.

She didn’t keep her thighs uncovered long; perhaps no more than a minute. Then she lowered the skirt, perhaps deciding to tolerate the hem touching the asphalt. I don’t know if she’d seen me looking at her; our glances never met, for which I am glad. I was in no mood for her to see my admiration; her man was bulky, muscled, and heavily tattooed. Ogling, I sensed, could have been met with conflict, even though it was hard not to want to look at her.  I mostly returned to my newspaper with only an occasional glimmer of yearning surveillance out of the corner of my orbs, even as a few minutes later some friends joined them and, finishing their breakfast (the woman devouring her long sandwich wrap with gusto), they all wandered off further into the park.

But wow! The baring of her thighs was startlingly exciting, a moment of lush tease. Whether such tease was unintentional, merely the result of a utilitarian lifting of her skirt from the sidewalk, or a moment of conscious or unconscious flirtation (perhaps she had seen my gaze of appreciation and wanted to torture me—and any other nearby thigh-gazers—with her unavailability), it was instantly cemented into my memory bank, and was reinforced powerfully when I saw the Elvgren pinup.

As well as when I saw the pink logo of my upcoming erotica ebook, just like the color of her toenails…

The whole situation could be the beginning of a fictional story of erotic cuckolding: a woman tantalizing a solitary middle-aged stranger in the distance in the park and then going off with her own man, leaving the stranger to think…dream…and then write a blog post about it! 😉

No, only kidding; an actual piece of erotic fiction about such a cuckolding would require a little more action than the aching ogler just sitting at a laptop later and blogging away the frustration!

In any case, I’ve chosen to blog, this time, instead. Plenty of other opportunities for cuckolding tales, of which I’ve written a number…see my Amazon store here

 

…and is a theme touched upon in the new book as well. I’ll be announcing its title very soon.

Back to the pinup: note the perky nipples pressing against the blouse of the Elvgren girl, too—an unusually explicit detail for this artist, who was oftentimes a bit more subtle or didn’t allude to stiff nubs at all.

So the next time you hear someone talk about the “innocence” of vintage pinups…well, just remember that their potent pulchritude could inspire the most throbbing daydreams! Just like the things that happen in real life sometimes… 😮

 

 

 

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Can lechery save a life? A brief tale of New York City…

I went out to breakfast this morning, not far from Times Square, and on my way home I was distracted by an Asian girl in her twenties who, despite the gray, chilly weather, was wearing flip-flops. She was walking with a group of friends. Her toenails were polished brightly, and her sturdy tan legs were bare up to the middle of her thighs, where they met the hem of her short black skirt.

This is not exactly what her own feet looked like, but I thought I’d throw in a little eye candy which I found on a site called Very Naughty Feet here. Gauge by your own reactions to their beauty an approximation of what I felt…

Anyway, I decided just to enjoy the view, which took me out of my way for the long city block between Eighth Avenue and Broadway. Although I’ve been recovering from a cold this weekend, and kept blowing my nose into various fragments of Kleenex–and kept telling myself I should really go home and put on a warmer jacket–I managed to savor the sight of the young lady’s strong curvy calves and the backs of her knees. (I find the backs of knees extremely sexy.)

When they neared Broadway the group stopped and tried to get their bearings. They appeared to be tourists, and were deciding in which direction to go next. I walked past them and turned around (with subtlety I hoped) for one last surreptitious gaze upon the young lady’s colorful toes in her sandals. Then I turned away and looked toward the street, waiting for the light to change as I blew my nose yet once again.

The light was with me, yet this being New York in the age of the untrammeled propagation of bicyclists, I looked carefully each way to make sure no rider was zooming in my direction. As I did, I noticed one completely heedless bike rider bearing down the street and headed directly for a dark-haired thirtysomething woman who was walking into the road without seeing him. She was headed directly into his path. The bike rider wasn’t slowing down or adjusting and they were on a course to collide. I yelled out “MISS!” through my Kleenex and she stopped in her tracks, just as the bicyclist zoomed by inches from her face.

She looked at me for a brief moment and gave me an almost embarrassed smile, and then we continued on our individual ways in opposite directions.

Perhaps my lechery in following the Asian flip-flop girl for a block had a healthy side effect besides my own ocular pleasure. Because by taking me out of my way for a block, it enabled me to see that bicyclist, and warn the woman who was headed into his path.

And it’s ironic, given my fascination with Asian females, how both the woman I ogled and the woman I warned were both Asian.

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2012 in New York City, Times Square

 

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